Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

She whipped out a feather duster and waved it viciously.

"You know loud noises are forbidden in the library, yet you still do it! And not just once!" she yelled. "And look at the books on the floor! You've messed them up like a mess!"

"Do you have any idea how much time and energy it took me to organize these books? And that's without any damage!"

"Just you wait! If any of these books are damaged, even if just a corner is missing, I will have your Professor McGonagall put you in solitary confinement for the entire Christmas holiday!!"

An angry librarian was irresistible, especially when she was in the area she knew best: the Hogwarts Library.

The four little wizards stood trembling opposite, listening to her roars one after another.

In the midst of this storm, the brave Ron silently raised a hand.

Madam Pince paused in her roar.

She looked at him in confusion, as if she was surprised that there was a little wizard who was not afraid of the librarian's authority.

"Ma'am, but you're making a lot of noise now..." Ron said innocently.

"..."

Madam Pince fell silent.

Just when Ron thought his plan had succeeded and was about to smile triumphantly, the librarian suddenly swung the feather duster and hit him on the shoulder.

"You're just smart! You're just smart!"

"Ouch...it hurts, stop hitting me!" Ron cried out in pain and was kicked out of the library.

"And all of you, get out!"

After driving Ron away, Madam Pince looked at the remaining three people with a vicious look.

"Don't let me see you again until next semester starts!"

So, the four of them left the library dejectedly and moved to the corridor outside...

Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and were blown by the cold wind onto the distant mountains, the Black Lake, and the roof of the auditorium. Everything around was white.

The heavy snow was just like the mood of the three little wizards, Harry, Ron and Hermione, sad and chilly. The air seemed to be filled with the music of "snowflakes fluttering, north wind howling".

"Hermione, what should we do now?"

Ron glanced at the vast snowy landscape outside the window, then turned to Hermione blankly and asked, "We were finally about to get news about Nicolas Flamel, but Madam Pince kicked us out."

"What are you talking about! If you hadn't made such a fuss and a fuss, would Madam Pince have kicked us out?" Hermione glared at her, shrank away from the window angrily, and rolled up her sleeves.

"Can you blame me? Who would believe that someone could live to be six hundred years old?" Ron's eyes widened. "I totally think Hayden is lying to us!"

"Why would I lie to you? Do you have nothing better to do?" Lycos frowned. "I'm just trying to help you find a direction."

"Stop arguing, stop arguing..." Harry quickly stood between the two of them to act as a peacemaker, "How about we sneak in again?"

He glanced cautiously towards the library door, and then saw a menacing figure guarding the door, with an attitude of one man blocking a thousand enemies from passing through. He couldn't help but shudder.

Harry shook his head at his two friends. "I don't think we can sneak in..."

Hermione pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards Lecos.

"Hayden, we can't go into the library to look up information now... Can you tell us what you know? It's really important." She whispered.

"I don't have time to tell you stories..." Lycos shook his head.

Just when the three little Gryffindor wizards were feeling disappointed, Lecos suddenly changed the subject.

"But who says you can only find information about Nicolas Flamel in the library?" He raised his lip. "Well, I personally suggest you eat more snacks during Christmas."

"Like... Chocolate Frog."

After saying that, Lycos waved his sleeves and left the corridor outside the library without leaving a cloud behind.

The three little wizards were stunned.

"What is he talking about? It's so nonsensical..." Ron muttered, "Is he trying to make fun of us? I know these Slytherins are no good."

"Wait, Ron, I remember!" Harry suddenly jumped up and slapped Ron's shoulder hard.

"Hiss..." Ron grimaced in pain. "Be gentle, Madam Pince just hit me here with a feather duster."

"I remember now!" Harry, completely ignoring whether Ron was in pain or not, grabbed his shoulder and asked, "Ron, don't you have a complete collection of Chocolate Frog cards?"

"Quick, take them out!"

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Chapter 55 The Three Little Ones' Suspicion of Lycos

"To be exact, I haven't collected a complete set of Chocolate Frog cards yet."

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron solemnly handed Harry an old-looking but well-preserved wooden box.

"This is all I have in stock, close to 500... Well, I still haven't drawn any of the Agriba and Potolomew cards. What a shady merchant!"

Harry didn't listen to what Ron said. He rummaged through the box so quickly that his hands were almost rubbing out shadows.

"Hey! Harry, be gentle!" Ron cried distressedly, "I've only collected one of many pictures. If I break one, I'll have to find another one..."

Before he could finish his words, Harry suddenly held up a picture.

"I found it!"

"I was wondering why Nicolas Flamel's name looked so familiar. Turns out we saw him on the train at the beginning of the term!"

Hermione and Ron looked at the picture in Harry's hand curiously——

It was the face of an old man, wearing a pair of half-moon glasses, with a long, crooked nose, and white hair and a white beard hanging down to his waist.

"Hey, isn't this Dumbledore?" Ron asked doubtfully, "I admit that Nicolas Flamel is Dumbledore's friend, but we already know enough about Dumbledore..."

"That's not what I meant. Look at the introduction on the back of the picture!"

Harry turned the picture over and read the small words:

"Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovering the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and making great achievements in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!"

"Shh... I didn't expect Nicolas Flamel to be on the Chocolate Frog card." Ron gasped. "So, Nicolas Flamel must be an alchemist?"

"Wait, I thought of that too!" Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up and she jumped up from the sofa.

She hadn't been this excited since their first homework assignment results came out.

"No, why are you like this?"

Ron stared at the little witch walking away in amazement, then turned to look at Harry who was standing aside scratching his head.

"You guys are all like this, it makes me look useless..."

He looked at Harry with resentful eyes, as if to say:

Originally, the three of us were supposed to be a team of one top student and two losers. Why did you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also betray me?

"Hmm..." Harry thought for a moment and didn't know how to comfort Ron, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Well... Ron, at least you are good at lightening the mood..."

"Dude, don't force yourself to say you can't comfort me." Ron sank depressedly into the sofa. "If you want to say I can only be funny, just say it."

"No... I didn't mean that..."

Before Harry could think of any other way to remedy the situation, Hermione rushed back with a huge old book in her arms.

"I never thought of looking for it here!" she whispered excitedly. "The Origin and Development of Alchemy. I borrowed it from the library a few weeks ago for entertainment."

"For fun?" Ron couldn't believe his ears. "Alchemy is an advanced elective course for sixth and seventh graders! You're actually using it for fun?"

"Be quiet, don't disturb me while I'm looking for something!" Hermione glared at him, then began to flip through the pages of the book quickly, muttering to herself.

Finally, she found it.

"I know! I know!"

"Can we talk now?" said Ron grumpily.

"Look here! It tells the story of Nicolas Flamel," Hermione murmured to herself, ignoring him. "He's the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone!"

However, the amount of knowledge Harry and Ron possessed was beyond Hermione's expectations, and her words did not have the desired effect.

"What stone?" Harry and Ron looked confused.

"Oh, what's going on? Do you two usually read books?" Hermione glanced at them sideways. "Look, read this paragraph -"

She pushed the book towards them, and Harry and Ron looked at the passage Hermione was pointing to:

Ancient alchemy involved the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing powers. The stone could turn any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of life that would make anyone who drank it immortal.

"See?" Hermione asked. "That big dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I bet Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it for him because they were friends."

"So who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Ron asked. "There aren't many people who can take the Philosopher's Stone from an alchemist like Flamel, right? And yet they have to ask Dumbledore to keep it for them..."

"I vote for Snape." Harry subconsciously regarded his most hated professor as the object of suspicion. "I saw that his leg was injured and bleeding. It must have been bitten by that dog!"

"That's right, Snape once wanted to kill Harry on the Quidditch field." Ron nodded in agreement.

"I agree." Hermione agreed with their opinion for the first time.

Then, she suddenly moved closer to the two of them and whispered, "And don't you think there's something wrong with that Lecos Hayden?"

"Hayden, what could be wrong with him?" Ron was stunned for a moment. "Didn't he just tell us about Nicolas Flamel?"

"No, think about it..." Hermione said.

"Hayden's homework isn't that great, but why does he know so much? I just had a feeling we were like cows being led by the nose by him, being guided by him from beginning to end..."

"No?" Ron scratched his head. "I feel like Hayden is much better than that Malfoy guy... and his grades are just average compared to yours, but he's still much better than Harry and me..."

Ever since Lycos pointed out Nicolas Flamel's information to them, Ron's impression of him has improved a lot.

"Now that I think about it, I feel something's not right," Harry shook his head. "The first time I saw him in the library was in the restricted section... He looked so confident, it seemed like he really did have the professor's signature."

"But what professor would allow a first-year student into the restricted section?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

"Snape." Hermione whispered, "Hayden is a Slytherin student, so he's naturally close to Snape. He's also Snape's favorite student..."

"But Snape often targets him in Potions class..." Ron said blankly.

"But Snape always gives Hayden extra points after asking him questions," Harry said firmly. "He must be just training his students, even letting Hayden enter the restricted section is the same."